Contents Of My Poems - Poem by Ratnakar Rout
At times I am puzzled and pondered over
What would be the contents of my Poems next?
On which subject I would
Rely for the structure of my poems?
I introspect and look in to me
And try to read me carefully
To me, I believe, I am a loner
A lone some person
I know me much better than any one else
Similarly each one knows himself well.
Do I know others truly and do
Others know me what I am?
We live in an intricate world. As we all know
Human beings are more complex than any other creature.
Each is an anthology of enormous poems.
Each is an epic himself.
Everyone is a collection of uncountable stories
And lives are full of drama, as each of us knows
Every one plays the role of either
An actor or actress in this life drama enacted here
It is difficult to read them and very delicate to handle
Since, I used to read myself, I know
The contents of me, as I have studied me thoroughly
I have ascertained by now, I am not a dreamer
I can not depict dreams of life only
I am pragmatic, a realist. Thus,
I paint the picture of the real world around me in my poems.
I decipher the day to day worldly life and living
Mostly I am narrating me
And my fellow companions in my poems.
The person in me takes the centre stage when I write.
He predominates my thinking’s.
All my relations become the contents of my poetry.
I pen down events relating to me more and more
I am penetrating in to me and my inward look is getting
Sharpen day by day. Often I realize, except me as a person
I do not know much about others
When I am ignorant about something or some one
Or I have only a little knowledge on them
How do I dare to picture about that?
Thus, I am confined to me only. Of late, I believe
This lone journey will end smoothly and peacefully.
I would not have to come back here again.
Above all, what some one aspires at his exit
It should be calm, quiet, serene and pleasant
I do strongly anticipate my destiny
Propel me towards a happy ending.
Let my poems recite loudly all my feelings
As such after my departure on my convictions
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